RANDALL MADE
Here's one that I have that I used to think to myself... "No way am I going to pay the prices that they want for these". Yes, from afar, I simply looked at 'Randall Made' knives as being overrated. Although they seemed like very nice knives, they didn't seem to be worth the amount of money they were asking, (and getting), for them.
Well, as a collector of all sorts of do-dads, including knives, I did want to have at least one in my collection. That said, I still felt that their prices were too high, period. But... I still wanted one!
The things that had me drawn to it?...
Well, for one, the story of the man that started the company. The fact that they were prized possessions of men that made it to the WW2 battles of the 1940's. The history of Randall knives being made specifically for astronauts that went into space. The limited hand production of his knives that entailed the forging of the blades. The handing down of the knife making tradition to his son, and then including his grandson. The continued limited yearly production, with only their having a 20 or so person shop that makes only 8,000 knives per year... And still doing things pretty much at an old school pace, and still having those forged steel blades. They still being hand made by few people using the "benchmade" method, in a world where cnc and mass production is quicker and highly precise. Heck, there's even a Randall knife song!
So... yup, they are pricey... But there's just that special something about them!
My purchase of a brand new specimen would entail either buying direct from Randall and waiting 5 or so years to receive it, or... Buying it from a dealer that may have some on hand.
I chose to order the dealer route, so I got that almost instant gratification. I would have probably been able to save $125 to $150 by going direct, but the extra cost to have it in my hands within 3 days... Well, it was worth it to me. I paid $595 plus shipping to get this knife. To be honest, it really is a lot of money for this knife. But, when I handle and admire it, I realize that my paying the admittance fee to own a small piece of this company's great history, was worth it to me.
It's not just a knife I purchased, I purchased tradition, an American Icon.
It's a Randall Made Model# 1 Fighter.
The 7" blade is made of forged 01 carbon steel, it having a factory sharpened cutting edge and top swedge. The guard is made of nickel silver and is soldered in place, (which would keep crud and liquid from entering inside of the handle). The buttcap is made of aluminum. It's handle is a black micarta with red, white, and blue spacers on each end. Even the leather sheath is truly a nice piece of work, and comes with a sharpening stone.
I'm glad I decided to pick it up a few months ago, since that same dealer now has the exact same model priced at $735! That means that it just recently jumped up in price by $140.
I guess inflation is striking at EVERYTHING!
So, what was once seen by me as being an overrated brand of knives, is now something I see much differently
Randal song...
The song's lyrics...
My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War II
To save us all from ruin
Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
You'll know my father well
And if a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
The knife was made for darker things
You could not bend the rules
Well, he let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
Well, I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one
There it slept and there it stayed
For 20 some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear
My father died when I was 40
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
Well, I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready
So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured 'em off the stern
And then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned
And when we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
I need the things he's haunted
My hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for